Just now, I thought of you –the kettle whistling on the stove,
two bags of Earl Grey already deepin your cup, and you somewhere
in the house, fluffing a pillow, patting the white spot on the dog’s head.
You’ll open the windows,saturate the house with spring’s
first perfume – a musk of earth and rain –the kettle whining louder and louder.

S. Thomas Summers is a literature and writing instructor in New Jersey. The author of two chapbooks, he also conducts workshops for both students and teachers, using contemporary poetry as a catalyst to spark interest in unmotivated students. He writes because he believes poetry develops a keener appreciation of breath and, as of today, his lungs are clear and healthy. Learn more about Scott at www.thelintinmypocket.wordpress.com.

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Julianne Carlile:
Beautiful!Posted 03/25/2011 06:53 PM

jeanie:
sweeeeet!!Posted 03/23/2011 02:33 PM

LindaCrosfield:
Perfect analogy for how they happen, this mysterious thing we call poems.Posted 03/23/2011 11:32 AM

wendy morton:
The images in the poem are exquisite, simple; a celebration of the ordinary.Posted 03/23/2011 10:18 AM